Chapter 118: One Table, Ten Thousand Scheming Minds

Yan Han, leading a group of henchmen, made a commotion and pushed Yun Ruojin out of the company.

After stepping into the elevator, the sound of the crowd's envious chatter still echoed in their ears.

The elevator doors closed slowly.

Yun Ruojin looked at her own blood‑red eye sockets in the mirror and couldn't help but sneer.

Baochang Amusement Park.

It's really great!

Xi Wan!

This time, you win, but I won't let you off that easily!

She stared at herself in the elevator, took a deep breath, and her gaze gradually turned exceedingly grim.

……

At this moment, Lu Xiwán still doesn't know that she has already been hated by someone.

She is busy posing the two little Milk Group members for Zhong Yun to photograph.

The whole amusement park fell into an atmosphere of tranquil years, and even Yao Yao's face bore a few genuine smiles.

When Fu Sijue arrived, he saw exactly this scene and involuntarily clenched his hand.

Someone suddenly stood beside him.

Zhong Yun immediately looked up, and upon seeing Fu Sijue, let out a cold sneer.

"Mr. Fu still knows to come take a look?"

"I thought, for work, you wouldn't even care about your own child."

In Zhong Yun's eyes, to turn one's own flesh and blood into this condition, Fu Sijue is already an unfit father.

Even being mocked is his own fault.

"But I still have to praise Mr. Fu's fine tactics; as long as it's something you want, there's nothing unattainable."

Zhong Yun said it lightly, yet Fu Sijue immediately caught on.

He knew it was about Xi Wan.

"Yao Yao really needs Xi Wan's company."

Although from his own will he doesn't want Lu Xiwán to leave, he knows this can't be said in front of Zhong Yun.

"Then I hope Mr. Fu is doing it for the child!"

"If you let me know you dare set your mind on Wanwan, I won't let you off."

In any case, Zhong Yun will not allow Fu Sijue to hurt Lu Xiwán again.

He will also do his utmost to protect Lu Xiwán.

"I heard that when abroad, Xi Wan had a good relationship with Mr. Luo..."

"Instead of guarding against what I might do here, you should think about how to deal with Luo Zhou."

But it's all just to win the heart of the person they like.

In this regard, Luo Zhou does it far better than Zhong Yun.

"You don't need to meddle!" Zhong Yun's face turned sour; being seen through was embarrassing, and he deliberately ignored Fu Sijue.

The few people rowing finally noticed them and slowly docked the boat at the shore.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Yao Yao's small face, yet she looked much healthier than usual.

The two children, naturally playful, splashed a lot of water on Lu Xiwán, leaving her drenched.

Her white shirt clung to her graceful body, gilded by the golden sunlight; stepping down from the boat against the light, her slightly damp hair trailed a string of droplets.

This scene left Fu Sijue and Zhong Yun staring dumbfounded.

Then a suit was thrown over her head, covering Lu Xiwán's body without a word.

Lu Xiwán looked up in confusion and saw Fu Sijue's slightly angry face.

"Be careful not to catch a cold." Fu Sijue's jealousy surged suddenly, his hand moving faster than his brain as he rushed over.

Looking back afterward, he didn't regret it at all, feeling completely justified.

He says it's all concern for Lu Xiwán.

This person's concern came so inexplicably that Lu Xiwán felt, for a moment, as if the emptiness inside her were filled.

She was moved.

"Mommy, let's hurry to eat; Yao Yao brother's stomach is growling!"

Lu Xixi, the little glutton, has now learned to use Yao Yao's name to act cute.

As for that, Lu Xiwán had no solution and could only helplessly lead them outside.

The three adults stared at each other, none knowing what to say.

The atmosphere in the car became awkward for a while.

"Both Xi Wan and I can give Yao Yao enough company; for such an important occasion, Dr. Zhong Yun, as an outsider, would be inconvenient..."

"... so as not to further affect Yao Yao's recovery."

Fu Sijue successfully provoked the previously calm Zhong Yun.

Lu Xiwán already knew neither of them was honest, so she simply let it be.

Anyway, they couldn't fight each other.

"I'm not as... Mr. Fu's disregard for face."

"I'm the professional doctor; Wanwan is too naive, those who get close to ink get stained black, and it's impossible to tell who's right or wrong."

"When I look at her, she can be a bit more rational, which is better than Mr. Fu's silver‑tongued tricks."

Lu Xiwán laughed at this, finding Zhong Yun's assessment completely inaccurate.

When did Fu Sijue become linked with the phrase "silver‑tongued like a reed"?

Neither of them would yield to the other; you say this, I say that, and it even feels like they're about to argue.

"You also know that Xi Wan is kind‑hearted, wholly intent on curing Yao Yao's illness; your rash interference brings no benefit to Yao Yao's condition."

Fu Sijue's complexion was far from pleasant, his gaze as cold as if it could pierce Zhong Yun.

But Lu Xixi gets along well with Zhong Yun and sits right beside him.

Lu Xiwán also feels embarrassed to sit with Fu Sijue.

So, Fu Sijue sits alone on one side, watching the few people across from him chat merrily.

Seeing Fu Sijue's face as black as a pot bottom, Zhong Yun feels delighted.

It may be a bit childish—but this counts as a different way to avenge Wanwan!